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May 2013
Paint the canvas black and call it good.
Slowly kiss me goodbye.
When the sun shines, I will be gone.
No more midnight calls, endless playtime.
I will soon be dust, just like the rest of the broken hearts..
Wolfey
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Wolfey  America
(America)   
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   hannah way
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